Warning: This is an AU fan fiction. First person perspective. Appearance of mob characters may happen occasionally.
Unhealthy content. Filled with only the bad stuffs.
Please proceed with caution.
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I looked out my window and watched blankly as the people walked on the streets. It was in the day when the streets here would be slightly lively with merchants coming out to sell their merchandises, shouting to promoting them, and customers negotiating with them to get a better price out of an item. There would be a few children running down the streets as they played together, and it would help make the street look a lot different than it was at night.
I leaned onto the ledge of my window with both of my arms on it, and rested my chin on my hand. I let out a sigh.
"Mafu-kun,"
I jumped a little in surprise when I heard the door into my room was slid open. I looked behind me to see Amatsuki-kun there with a pile of black fabric in his arms.
"... Don't scare me like that, Amatsuki-kun," I said, sounding a little upset before I got up to move away from the window.
"I should be the one saying that to you," he said before he got down to his knees and placed the pile of fabric on my table. He flipped the folded black fabric open to reveal a brand new kimono with pink and white prints of the cherry blossom leaves at the sleeves and the bottom hem of it. "You've been staring blankly into space since that night. What is wrong with you?"
Amatsuki-kun eyed me suspiciously, and I frowned at his behaviour. He was not wrong. Even I myself knew that there was something wrong with me, but I didn't want to admit it.
"It's nothing," I pouted and looked away.
"It's not nothing, and you're scaring me," said Amatsuki-kun as he laid the kimono out to see if there were any defects on it. He smoothened out the kimono and felt the quality of the fabric, and without looking at me, he asked, "What did Soraru-san do?"
I flinched at the question. Amatsuki-kun grinned when he saw my tiny reaction at the corner of his eyes.
"So Soraru-san did something," he said as he crawled towards me.
"What are you asking that for?! You don't usually do this!" I backed away, feeling my face burning up as I remembered that particular night. It was the first time Amatsuki-kun would ask me about the nights I spend with my clients. He never usually does because he knew better but why Soraru-san?
"I haven't said anything else but look at you!" Amatsuki-kun laughed. He put on this face that really irritated me as he continued approaching me, teasing me. "Are you blushing?! That legendary courtesan, Mafumafu-san is actually-?!"
"Oh, leave me alone!" I buried my face in my hands and shook my head weakly. I let out a pathetic whimper. I couldn't believe that I was reacting like this because of a client who I only spent one night with.
Amatsuki-kun giggled and sat in front of me. I looked up and saw him smiling warmly down at me. His eyes were telling me quietly that I should spill it. I glared at him and sat up straight in my seat.
"... I don't know how I should put this..." I said as I tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear nervously.
"... But...?" Amatsuki-kun urged.
"... But Soraru-san was different," I said softly as I moved my hands to hide the bottom half of my face.
Amatsuki-kun's eyes sparkled. He seemed to want to hear more about this. I bit onto my lower lip due to embarrassment. He was clearly enjoying this and it was annoying to see him like that.
"He was quiet and scary..." I started timidly, and then my body heated up when I added, "... But he was gentle and warm..."
"... Heavens, Mafu-kun," Amatsuki-kun mused. "I thought I could see hearts in your eyes when you talk about Soraru-san like that,"
I widened my eyes at him, and felt my face warm up in my hands.
"What should I do, Amatsuki-kun...?" I asked, sounding terribly troubled. My eyebrows drooped downwards in a way that even I knew that I was fairly disturbed by this problem that I was facing.
"Well, isn't that fine?" Amatsuki-kun answered nonchalantly as he leaned back, putting his weight on his arms with his hands on the floor behind him to support his upper body. "Even though courtesans aren't allowed to hold any feelings for their clients, but I think it's a good thing for you,"
"How is anything about this good?" I stared at him, bewildered at his response and tried to make some sense in him instead. "Not to mention, you knew Soraru-san was a yakuza,"
"That I do," Amatsuki-kun nodded.
"And that he was the head of his clan too,"
"Mhmm,"
I cocked a brow at him, and he did the same back at me. I let out a heavy sigh. Why did I even try?
"Soraru-san's a respectable man despite everything," Amatsuki-kun commented.
"Are we not going to start on the fact that he is the same gender as I?" I asked.
He lifted both his brows at me as if to say, "... Really?"
To be fair, I was working at a pleasure quarters, to serve men specifically. Fine, we shall not dwell on that subject then.
"I-If he is as great as you said he is, he must have-"
"As far as I know, he doesn't,"
"You didn't even let me finish my sentence!"
"I don't need to,"
"Amatsuki-kun!"
"Well, I need to get you to try this new kimono that just came in," Amatsuki-kun stood up and walked back to where the kimono was on the table, immediately changing the subject. "I was thinking we could bring out a mysterious erotic aura from you with a black-based kimono,"
I touched the kimono lightly with the tip of my fingers. It was finely made, and the prints were really cute on this one. A light pink sash would really look good together with it.
I stood up, took my sash off, and let the kimono slide off my body. Amatsuki-kun came up to put me into the black kimono that just came in, tying the sash properly around me and fixing my collar for me after he was done.
"It looks great," he said with a satisfied smile as he observed me from a little distance between us. I turned around to let him have a good look, and he nodded approvingly at my new appearance. "We'll have you wear that tonight then?"
I nodded.
"Okay, I'll go bring these to wash," said Amatsuki-kun as he collected my other kimono that was on the ground.
"Ah, Amatsuki-kun!" I called out, stopping him from leaving when he was just about to.
"What is it?" he turned around to look at me.
"N-No, it's nothing after all,"
Amatsuki-kun stared at me without saying a word.
"... Do you know where that kimono is...?" I gave in after I couldn't stand the pressure Amatsuki-kun was silently putting on me with that stare of his.
"That kimono?" he tilted his head to the side, wondering what I was referring to.
I nodded nervously as I tucked my hair behind my ears.
"Do you mean the red one?"
"The one with orange and yellow maple leaf prints on it," I nodded again. "You know the one with a different shade of red at the sleeves?"
"It's in the back somewhere since it was torn a little by that client that night," said Amatsuki-kun. "Why do you ask?"
I bit my lower lip. I didn't know where to begin. I wanted to have it in my room but if it was torn, then should I just wait until they fixed it up?
"I just really liked that one a lot, that's all," I replied. "Do you think you could bring it to me?"
"I can, but it needs some patching up,"
"I'll do it,"
"... You?" Amatsuki-kun widened his eyes at me.
I gave him a small nod.
"... Got it, I'll have someone bring it to you right away,"
"Thank you, Amatsuki-kun," I smiled.
Amatsuki-kun then left the room, slowly closing my door back for me, and I walked back to my window. I slid down onto the ground with both my feet tucked under me as I looked out the window again before I let out a sigh. This was all a really strange feeling.
For all these nights, I had been rejecting client's requests over and over again. I did not remember serving anyone at all. I only sat by my window like this, and watched the streets. My eyes were constantly searching for a shadow, and whenever I would realise that I was anticipating for his return, I would get away from the window.
But I would always go back to it. And I would continue looking for him.
The owner of the pleasure quarters was upset at my behaviour and told me that I needed to go serve a client or two tonight because she didn't want to lose any more potential clients, which was why Amatsuki-kun came in with a new kimono.
He never came back after that night. I wondered if I did anything wrong to anger him, but that didn't seem to be the case back then. Or maybe it didn't feel all that good when he was inside of me? Was it because of me moaning a little too loudly back then which helped turn him off? I was a man after all, just like him.
Someone finally came in with that kimono I asked for and a box of needle and thread, breaking my train of thoughts, and the moment they left, I sighed again.
I held the kimono in my hands, looking for the part where it was torn, and picked up a needle to sew it back together. I couldn't say that I was good at it. In fact, I was pretty bad at sewing, but I guessed Amatsuki-kun didn't want to question it when I said I would do it myself. I was relieved that he didn't.
It was all because that person said that he liked me in this kimono.
What a sly man, was what I had been thinking all this time as I waited for him at my window. Telling me that I was cute, treating me so gently, filling me up with only pleasure and goodness, and then not coming to see me at all after that. How sly could he be?
He could be busy. He was the head of a yakuza clan after all. It was only right for him to be busy since he would have a ton of men to handle and look after. Or he could be visiting other pleasure quarters. There were so many others on this street and he could even pick an attractive female courtesan to serve him.
I accidentally pierced the tip of my finger with the needle. I flinched at the pain but made no noise at it, and put my finger into my mouth. That was what I get for spacing out too much. Thoughts about him were constantly on my mind, and it was starting to get really upsetting.
I looked out the window again. It was almost time for the doors into the pleasure quarters to be opened. I wondered what kinds of clients would be visiting tonight. I hoped they weren't aggressive. I also kind of wished it wouldn't hurt when they did me tonight.
Placing the kimono up with my arms stretched outwards, I looked at my masterpiece.
I frowned.
It was a lot messier than what I could manage the last time. It might be because I had not been practicing on sewing recently.
Or it could just be because my mind was too occupied by him.
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"Mafumafu-san, someone's requesting for you,"
I stopped with what I was doing and turned around to look at the boy at my door. He was to work as a courtesan like me in the future, but he was doing minor jobs at the pleasure quarters first before he could start serving clients so he was currently working under Amatsuki-kun.
"Who is it, Sou-kun?"
"Erm-" Sou-kun sounded flustered when he heard the question. He might have forgotten the client's name and was panicking. "I-I'll go check with Amatsuki-san!"
"Be careful to not run into people!" I said loudly, reminding him when he quickly closed my door and dashed down the hallway.
He was such an innocent and pure boy. I wasn't sure if I would want him to be tainted by the hands of the clients who visit this place. Amatsuki-kun also agreed, so maybe we could both get the owner to think about it again.
It was not for long until Sou-kun came back. I could hear the shuffling noises when the door into my room was slid open.
"So who was it, Sou-kun?" I asked and didn't turn around to look at him as I continued sewing patterns on a piece of white fabric.
"It's me,"
I froze in place. My hands stopped in midair. I could already feel my body heating up as I got conscious of his presence in my room. I slowly turned around, and it was Soraru-san. He did not say anything but cocked a brow at me, as if to ask if he was unwanted here.
"... Please come in, Soraru-san,"
My voice wavered, but it was just a little. I got up and walked towards him. He did not move a muscle when I stopped in front of him. I took in a shaky deep breath and snaked my arms around his. He let me lead him into my room, and sat down on a cushion I placed by my table.
"What do you want to drink, Soraru-san?" I asked when I got down to my knees next to him.
He looked thoughtful for a moment there, and then as if he made up his mind, he told me that he wanted tea for tonight.
"Are you sure, Soraru-san?" I asked again, making sure that he really wanted a non-alcoholic drink. From the last time he visited, it was obvious that he enjoyed drinking alcohol and was pretty strong against them too.
"You can't hold your alcohol, right?" Soraru-san said without looking at me.
I could feel myself blush at his consideration. He shouldn't have for the likes of me.
"It's alright, Soraru-san. I can-"
"Tea, Mafumafu," he stopped me from finishing my sentence as he looked at me with the corner of his eyes, sounding a little mad at me for denying his orders. "You don't need to push yourself,"
I bit my lip, lowered my head and gave him a small nod. He let out a sigh and gave my head a quick rub, catching me off guard. When I lifted my head up to look at him again, he was already looking away.
... How sly.
"Then I'll be right back," I said. I stood up on my feet and moved to my door to tell someone to get Soraru-san a pot of green tea, and possibly some traditional Japanese sweets too if there were any.
There wasn't a need for me to stand at my door for too long, but I thought I desperately needed a breather. It was not even five minutes after Soraru-san came in and I was already at the verge of death from all these strange feeling that was inside of me. He didn't seem bothered that I wasn't by his side, so I chose to wait for that pot of tea.
I received the tray from one of the people outside, and I took in another deep breath before I walked back into my room. I got down next to Soraru-san and placed the tray on the table, putting one of the tea cups in front of Soraru-san.
"How were you, Mafumafu?" Soraru-san asked when I picked up the pot of tea off the tray. It was surprising that he was the one who started the conversation.
"I'm perfectly fine," I lied as I opened the lid of the tea pot and moved my hand in a circular motion to cause the water in the pot to whirl around with the tea leaves. I couldn't possibly tell him the truth. And as long as I didn't let my eyes meet his, he wouldn't know that that statement just now was a lie, or so I thought.
"I heard that you weren't accepting any clients ever since,"
I flinched. I lifted my eyes to find him staring at me. It felt as if his sapphire blue eyes were boring holes into me, seeing through my lies. I looked away quickly, not wanting to let myself drown in his eyes even if I wanted to.
"Were you feeling sick?" he asked.
I shook my head lightly.
"... Did I hurt you that night?" he then asked with a hint of guilt in his voice.
"No!" I shook my head strongly this time. I raised my voice a little more than necessary and I noticed I moved my body forward during the process so I sat back down, and calmed myself. "That's not it, Soraru-san..."
Soraru-san smiled softly at that.
"That's good to hear then,"
I could hear my heart beating hard against my chest. My body was feeling hotter and hotter as the time ticked with Soraru-san here together with me in my room. I wished Amatsuki-kun or maybe that Kashitarou-san was here now because I needed something to distract me.
"... How about you, Soraru-san?" it was my turn to ask this time.
"I was away,"
"Away?"
"I was out of town," he explained. "Had a few problems to attend to,"
Oh, that explained why he never visited. And here I thought he was tired of me after that one night.
"... For so many weeks?" I asked timidly. I slowly poured some tea into his cup once I thought that the water had taken the colour of the tea leaves.
"It was only two, Mafumafu," he took the cup and sipped carefully at it. "How did you-"
He stopped with his sentence the moment he turned to look at me. I blushed madly at how I miscounted the days he didn't come visiting because it felt abnormally long and I eventually lost count. I felt him put a hand over mine, and forced me to put down the tea pot. I obliged and he pulled me towards him by the waist.
"... Soraru-san," I hid my face behind my sleeves. I lowered my eyes, avoiding eye contact but my will power wasn't strong enough because I ended up lifting my eyes up to look at him. "You just got here. I'm sure you were tired too after being away from town for a while,"
"We can't?"
"... We can't," my body trembled at the sound of his voice, low and dangerous like how I remembered when he held me that night.
"... Really?"
I paused for a moment, and shook my head. Soraru-san then leaned in, and I squeezed my eyes shut.
But nothing happened.
I opened my eyes, and was disappointed at myself to have expected a kiss from him. My face started burning up again. He smiled apologetically at me when he saw what I was anticipating from that, and patted me on the head.
I felt my brows come together, and I pushed myself away from him. I got in between his legs, moved his yukata out of the way, and placed my hand on his groin. I glanced up at him to see what he would feel about that, but instead of looking shocked, he might actually looked pretty amused by what was going to happen to him.
... How could he still look so calm like that when he was already half-erected like this?
I pulled his undergarment away to reveal his flaccid member. I took a nervous gulp. I wasn't ready to do this since I was never on the initiative for this, and these were usually forced into my mouth without my consent. I touched it a little, and felt it twitch in reaction.
Soraru-san placed a hand on my head, and I looked back at him. His eyes were telling me that I could always choose to not do this, but for some reasons, I felt more relaxed after he patted me like that.
I let the tip of my forefinger trail on his member, from the base to the tip, slowly and temptingly. He let out an amused "Humph," as if to say that I wasn't half bad at this. And all of a sudden, I felt challenged to show him that I wasn't sitting on the top of the hierarchy for nothing.
I opened my mouth and licked, putting the tip of my tongue at where the shaft and head were connecting, just right underneath the head of his member and poked upwards, tickling it before I leaned in to kiss its head. I didn't have the leisure to see how Soraru-san would react because I was starting to enjoy this myself.
I started nibbling at the sides of his now erected member and toyed with both his testicles in my palm at the same time. He did not make a single sound so I didn't know what felt good for him, but that didn't stop me from continuing. I took in one of his testicles in my mouth and sucked lightly with my other hand still working on his erection.
Oh, I could feel him getting harder from this.
I gave it a little swirl with my tongue and sucked again, not forgetting to tug at the other one next to it.
"Good one, Mafumafu," he let a smirk spread across his face.
I let out a satisfied hum before I let it go, going back to attending his erection. I kissed my way up his shaft, and I showered the head of his erection with tons of kisses before I let it slip into my mouth. Saliva trailed down his erection, making it easier for me to devour him. I pushed it in, letting it reach in as far as it could go, allowing it to touch the back of my throat. I groaned sensually at it.
So this was what rammed inside of me that night. It was perfectly large and long, hard and strong. I moaned again when it got really deep inside, reminding me of that one night we spent together, and causing the entrance at my bottom to twitch wantingly for him. I caressed the bottom of his shaft with my hands, moving it up and down, and not forgetting to massage his testicles.
Being extra careful not to hurt him, I bit lightly on his erection in a playful manner. This caused him to take in a sharp breath. He got larger in my mouth, and I hummed happily again. I looked into his eyes as I bobbed my head up and down on his erection, and he made a noise at it. I felt victorious after I heard him give me a reaction. I continued moving, ignoring the drool that was dripping off my chin, ignoring the sloppy wet noises that rang loud in my ears. I sucked once, twice, and moved in again, tasting his pre-cum in my mouth then I pulled my head away as I sucked again and let it go.
"... You're better at this than I thought you were," Soraru-san complimented as he breathed heavily, beads of sweat were formed over his forehead.
"It's best if you didn't underestimate me," I said as I took another playful bite on his erection.
"I'm already regretting it," he said with a wolfish grin on his face before he pushed his hair back. "But you shouldn't underestimate me either,"
It was when I slipped his erection back in my mouth that he held me by the back of my head and started thrusting. I moaned and groaned each time he would hit me at the back of my throat, and for the first time in my time I had spent in this industry, I couldn't fight back when I usually would. I just let Soraru-san use me, and it was surprisingly a huge turn on for me too.
"Mm...! Ngh-!" I choked when he rammed himself in too hard. But that didn't stop him.
"... Mafumafu-"
Soraru-san immediately came after he called out my name. He pushed my head away but I steeled myself and remained in place. His erection was still in my mouth when he let out his load, and I sucked desperately on his member as I gulped them down. There was a huge amount but I tried my best to get all of them, no matter how many swallows it would take.
"Mafumafu, let go,"
"Mm..." I sucked lightly, letting my tongue wrap at the bottom his tip. I spilled a lot, and again, for the first time, I thought it was a waste that I didn't swallow all of them. After I was sure that Soraru-san let out everything, I opened my mouth, and showed him what was inside it. "Soraru-san... Aaaah..."
There was a little left in my mouth, and I played around with it with my tongue, wanting to seduce him to bed with this. He clicked his tongue before he swept me in his arms, and drowned me in a continuous and immense pleasure for the rest of the night.
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I desperately took in big gulps of breaths when Soraru-san finally let go of my hips after what seemed like the nth round of sex. My arms gave out and I lied down on the bed with my back to Soraru-san. He didn't come inside again this time, and he always made sure that he did me from behind. I always wondered why he did that but I couldn't ask him because we were too occupied.
Soraru-san got out of the bed, and I peeked at him from behind my pillow as I watched him walk into the middle of my room with his yukata all messy on him. His sash was almost coming off and yet he didn't seem to be bothered by it, and frankly speaking? I was considerably disturbed by how attractive he looked like that, and it made me squeal inside when I thought about how we just had sex.
He picked up the cup of tea that I poured him a long time ago and drank it down in one go before pouring himself another. The tea must have turned cold since we were pretty much at it for hours.
"I'll go get someone to bring you a new pot of tea," I said as I tried to push myself up on my bed.
"It's fine," he simply said before he came back to me. He passed his cup to me, and I stared at him questioningly. "Unless you prefer hot tea, then we could always ask for a new pot,"
Heavens, the sound of my heart banging up against my ribcage really needed to stop. Otherwise it might be overheard by Soraru-san and that would be bad.
I took the cup from him, thanked him and sipped on it. The cup of tea was disgustingly cold, but when I realised that I just got an indirect kiss from Soraru-san, I blushed, and the cold tea didn't matter anymore. Getting excited over an indirect kiss, how old was I, thirteen?
"... Soraru-san?" I called out to him when he went back to my table to pour me another cup.
"Hmm?" he replied without looking at me.
"Why are you so gentle with me?" I asked. It was a question that I had been meaning to ask since the first time I served him, and it had been bugging me ever since.
"Is there a reason not to?" he looked behind him as he put the pot back on the table before walking back to me. It seemed to be empty already from the sound of it when it was placed down.
"But I'm a courtesan," I said, as if that one statement helped explain it all. I tried to get down from the bed, but Soraru-san placed a hand beside my thigh, leaned in and forced me to stay on it by trapping me in his arms. I looked into his eyes even though I was trembling as I did. "I serve and fulfill my clients' desires. No matter how nasty they all are,"
"Who says all men have nasty sexual interests?" he cocked a questioning brow at me.
... Fair enough.
"But that doesn't mean you need to be gentle with me,"
"I'll be gentle with whoever I want, Mafumafu," he sighed and climbed into my bed with me.
"Even though you're a yakuza?"
"What does that have to do with this?"
"... The yakuzas I have seen were very intimidating," I pulled at my kimono, fixing it so that it wouldn't fall off my shoulders.
Soraru-san sat down in front of me with his legs crossed. He hummed disinterestedly, but he was listening, I was sure of it.
"Then," he got up again and pushed me down, pinning both my hands above my head. He looked into my eyes, just like how he did at that night two weeks ago. He was searching for something in me, and I still didn't know what. "Are you afraid of me?"
I took in a sharp breath.
"... No," I said softly.
Soraru-san hummed passively again. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but he let me go and flipped over instead to lie down on his back next to me.
"... Soraru-san...?" I flipped on my belly, and pushed myself up with my elbows to look at him. He reached up to tuck my hair back for me, and I shivered under his touch. I stared at him expectantly as I asked, "Are you staying the night?"
"I might as well," he retrieved his hand, and closed his eyes. Realising that I was smiling after hearing that, I hid the bottom half of my face behind my pillow.
But maybe it was too late because Soraru-san saw that and commented:
"You didn't have to look so happy about that," he smiled wryly at me.
"That's because it's the first time Soraru-san was staying over," I said as I lied back down on the bed.
He did not say anything after that but turned his body away, having his back faced towards me. I stared at his broad back before I inched closer and tugged lightly at his sleeves. Without further ado, he pulled my hands to him, letting my arms wrap around his waist.
I breathed out slowly before I let my forehead rest on his back, and pressed up against it, rubbing my face in the soft fabric of his yukata.
"Mafumafu,"
"Hmm...?" I let my eyelids fall over my eyes.
"You should stop saying things like that," Soraru-san said after a long pause. His thumb grazed over the back of my palm in a soothing rhythm. "Or we'll have to go for another round,"
"We could if you asked, Soraru-san," I giggled.
"But you're tired, right?" he tugged at my arms again, pulling me closer to him. "Go to sleep,"
And then it was all quiet. The room was only filled with his and my breathing, and of course, my annoyingly loud heartbeat. I squeezed my arms around Soraru-san, and let my legs tangle with his.
Even if it was just a little bit, I wanted a little bit of him.
TBC
A/N: Hello again! Thank you for reading the previous chapter of this new series. A lot of you seemed to like this AU, and I'm simply relieved to hear that! I'll keep trying so that we could all see the ending of this AU together! Happy reading!